|Stella, I think very much of you, but can you imagine, spending nine months in discomfort and shame, so as to let an innocent child live? I imagine that although you passionately claim the rights of others, that you would do this.|
No, lovie, I would abort. No qualms, no problem.
I passionately claim my right to myself.
I passionately claim your right to yourself. Your body, your choice.
If you feel this fetus has the potential for a life that makes your nine months of humiliation worth your while, I willingly support you in that.
I had an abortion in my early 20s. I have two children both of whom were deliberate and wanted, and I’ve spent today celebrating my daughter’s 21st birthday. I do not regret the earlier decision, not for one moment. If I had been forced to bear that child I would never have been in a position to cherish my daughter and son, and witness them become intelligent, talented, motivated, loving adults– and what a wonderful pleasure it’s been, and continues to be!
That first time? That was never a child to me. Inside my body was a blastocyte that needed to be removed. And I have never, ever spent one moment imagining that as a living person. I am a living person. You are a living person. You can chose to host a fetus until it becomes a living person as I did twice– or not, as I did once.
I have alienated someone i hold dear in the course of this conversation, because I insist that women have every right to be selfish with their bodies. That right is so important to me that I cannot always remember the tricks of genteel conversation.